He spills his guts...
every word honest.
his hands
his lips
yearn for me-
craving every kiss.
he has good taste
alot to say
always emoting
whats in mind
he knows how I feel
whats inside.
-we are mutual-
I laugh until I cry.
reflecting-love
In those trust ridden eyes;
In these arms
I am safe.
...I am home.
He will never get enough.
There is passion in his heart.
Fell hard for me fast.
(nothing is fading)
Thoughts of me
consume his day
The chaos of myself
make him sane.
-hopelessly addicted-
We need one another
simply to breathe.
This white knight
Who saves me.
My perfect man
...sadly...
(wanted)
is very imaginary.
A contest entry
- Best Of Broken Hearts (or revenge) by emLeejo.
600 points, ended August 5, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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that was very good, and lol i have that same imagineray view and want of a guy to be like that, but very nice write.. good luck in the contest!
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